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Adds top-edge and bottom-edge parameters to the font function. These define how the box around a word is computed. The possible values are: - ascender - cap-height (default top edge) - x-height - baseline (default bottom edge) - descender The defaults are chosen so that it's easy to create good-looking designs with vertical alignment. Since they are much tighter than what most other software uses by default, the default leading had to be increased to 50% of the font size and paragraph spacing to 100% of the font size. The values cap-height and x-height fall back to ascender in case they are zero because this value may occur in fonts that don't have glyphs with cap- or x-height (like Twitter Color Emoji). Since cap-height is the default top edge, doing no fallback would break things badly. Removes softness in favor of a simple boolean for pages and a more finegread u8 for spacing. This is needed to make paragraph spacing consume line spacing created by hard line breaks.
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// Test simple text.
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#page(width: 250pt)
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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet
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is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and
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pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid,
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since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools
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do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she
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were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will
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answer it.
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I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the
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heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres
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till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness
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of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in
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heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and
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think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I
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were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
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